Celtic produced the latest in a long line of garbage results as we meekly surrendered our decade long domination of the Scottish League Championship to Rangers yesterday.
As has been the case so often this season we dominated play, created chances galore, failed to score and looked totally vulnerable at the back on the counter.
The best part of 30 attempts at goal were registered and there’s no doubt that home goalie Benjamin Siegrist had a good game but still, the fact is that Mohamed Elyounoussi couldn’t hit a barn door, Odsonne Edouard too often resembles the greedy kid on school pitch trying to score the perfect goal and Ryan Christie’s dead-ball delivery remains absolutely shocking.
Oh, and Scott Brown continues to be a complete liability in the midfield as he is persistently caught for pace, out of position and short with his passing.
It’s almost as if he’s 36 soon and his legs are gone.
This game pretty much summed up our season in a campaign that has seen us win only 20, draw 8 and lose 4 with 6 games still to come.
If you were hoping for some kind of late-season revival under interim coach John Kenndy then you are onto plumbs.
The big man ploughed a lonely furrow on the touchline looking about as convincing in the management position as a ventriloquist’s dummy.
In press conferences, he is a ringer for a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Chastened and uncertain.
Mumbling responses and trying to remain stony-faced to hide how completely overwhelmed he is.
Any theories pertaining to him getting the job long term look totally baseless as it’s clear as day that Kennedy doesn’t really want to be there.
His post-match efforts to insist it was actually a good performance are similar to Neil Lennon’s season-long attempts to put lipstick on a pig in the aftermath of our numerous disastrous results.
With the draw, we surrendered the league title to Rangers who won their first piece of major silverware since 2011 if you believe the continuation narrative/fantasy.
But to focus on that is an attempt by ourselves to indulge deflection from our own shortcoming which have been plentiful.
With the form, Steven Gerrard’s men have shown it would have been a big ask anyway to stop them what with them having dropped only eight points all season.
And their European displays confirm they are no mugs.
But to give up the title in record time after achieving an unprecedented Quadruple Treble is almost as unforgivable as it once was unthinkable.
We’ve been awful all season and that form shows no signs of alleviating any time soon.
Indeed when the light blues come to visit a week on Sunday they’ll be clear favourites with only their European exertions the Thursday night before giving you any faint hope for optimism.
Quite frankly we lack backbone and heart on the pitch and motivation off it.
The league was lost long ago.
Pretty much back in December at Ibrox to be honest.
We dominated that day but just like yesterday, we couldn’t make it count.
Whoever is in charge next season not only needs to bring some defensive nuance to the table but also and most vitally has to find the spark that brings back to life our cutting edge up front.
Based on the 180 mins under him that we’ve seen so far that man isn’t John Kennedy who in essence has just continued on from where Neil Lennon left off.
Maybe he’ll sort it out in the next few weeks before they come calling.
But I doubt it.
Happy to be proved wrong though.
In fact, I’d be absolutely delighted.
Otherwise expect more endless cheap fireworks outside your door and escalating scenes of carnage as the Rangers hoards celebrate in style by trashing the city, worsening a pandemic and rubbing the SNP’s faces in it.
How different it could all have been.
....Always A Tim! 